One day a few fellas were driving around burning one, and we noticed a cop was following us.. Then my genius buddy decided to throw his bag out the window, the wind caught it like a sail. The bag of herb landed directly on the windshield of the cop car and stuck there fluttering in the wind! After a few more nail biting nervous seconds the cop disappeared from behind us. We’re convinced he crashed the car in laughter.

High.
I was once, and yet again I am.
High.
What once was fun, still is.
High.
Getting lifted to get grounded.
High.
Soaring up to not be down.
High.

Ok not the “best” story but maybe my most memorable time being high was the last time I did that. I had been smoking weed for twenty or so years and always enjoyed it but sometimes lately had been having some problems after toking. Even if the smoke was small I’d suddenly feel way too high and in a manic, overly excited state. Usually it would pass in a few if I took a nice long shower.

The final time, though, was different. Watching Mama’s Family and feeling good suddenly ended with an intense flood of nervous energy. I turned off my show and turned on some music and tried to dance off this bad buzz. Fifteen minutes and nothing changed. Jump into the shower for naked soapy dancing, wildly singing Squeeze songs. Thirty minutes of that and the only difference was now I was clean. Not knowing what to do, I dried off and ran downstairs. I felt the need to run, to escape, but it was four in the morning and terribly hot outside. My last resort was to frantically power walk in the room that held our litter boxes and a ping pong table.

For the next two hours I walked like a fit old lady in the mall, around and around and around and around. I felt like I couldn’t stop and my heart was racing at well over 100 bpm. In those two hours I ebbed and flowed. It felt like I was starting to come down and I picked up a book about Belle and Sebastian and read a couple chapters while still walking in circles. Just when I thought my ordeal was almost over the while thing started up again, almost as if I had taken a few big rips on a joints, and I had to put the book down and concentrate on walking. I felt sick to my stomach and puked into an empty box, did a few more laps, then finally dragged myself back upstairs. I was totally exhausted and just couldn’t go any longer, but luckily felt better enough that I could lay down in bed. I still wasn’t feeling normal and had to lay there with the lights on for a good long while. The sun had come over the horizon and I decided that this frightening experience could not be repeated again. I had to give up my good friend Ms. Green. I miss her, she was a part of my entire adult life, but we can’t see each other any more.

I flew into Vegas, my plane landing 2 hours before Jack White’s May ‘22 show. Made a b-line for the Strip, walking many blocks after getting dropped off in traffic, had to search inside the Cosmopolitan for the venue cuz it wasn’t labeled well, but made it just in time for show. I was sober for that…but the next day I got high and saw Cirque du Solely show featuring a giant slug character. Viva 420 Vegas.

March 2003 flew from Chicago to Amsterdam with some buddies to see Cheap Trick. Plan was to see Cheap Trick play Amsterdam then see them again a few days later at the Royal Albert Hall in London. We get all the way to Amsterdam then learn that because of how weird the world still was post 9/11 Cheap Trick cancelled the entire European tour except for the Royal Albert Hall show. That sucked but we were not going to have any trouble keeping ourselves busy in Amsterdam. During our super fun 3 days and nights in Amsterdam the walls of the city were plastered with posters for a band I was not familiar with named Coldplay. I made a comment about not knowing who Coldplay was but I wished we could find a few Cheap trick posters to peel off and take home. Late on our last night we bumped into a bunch of other die hard Cheap Trick fans we knew from the States. After the bars closed we all ended up in a friend from Milwaukee’s hotel suite. Everyone had those test tube like things of partial joints leftover from the bars. It was smoke it or leave it night because we were all flying to London in the morning. 3 maybe 4 AM all stoned out of our minds having a blast with the Euro version of Mtv on in the background when someone says “Hey Brian, this is that Coldplay band”. I walk over to the TV and listen then say “that is pretty good”. Everyone in the suite goes completely silent then a loud outburst of laughter. Then next morning we land at Heathrow. While riding up a escalator there was music playing when my friend says “This is that Coldplay band you said you liked last night”. I listened for a bit and said “God damn that Amsterdam weed is strong”.

Never a record spins without it
Many young nights on Prophets rock
Up the hill looking over Prophetstown prairie
A Land given and taken many times and once from me
Sometimes eaten in too much quantity
Waiting for it
Next day slept away
Now I wish I could go back
Sometimes I do

I just tried to go to 7-11 then, but it was too bright

After recently getting some nice bud from a friend, I put it in my back pocket. Later as I was looking around for where I has stashed it, my mom found it. I guess it had somehow slipped out. I told her it was a spice that my Italian friend had given me. She ended up making some of the best lasagna I and my mom would ever eat. She was so stoned, she ended up taking a very long nap and then afterwards cleaned the house for hours.

I actually bought one of these gems at the Detroit store before the Liz Phair show at the Masonic that me and my friend were attending that evening from Cleveland. It was my first visit to Detroit and any TMR store so was excited to see it. I saw the single behind the counter and inquired about it. The girl behind the counter, who was very sweet, answered my queries about the pressing telling me the when the leaves were pressed between the clear vinyl that it released the resin in the leaf and created the air bubbles that you see in the vinyl. Now I have this already on other releases so I am familiar with Sleep’s music and the song. So when I got back home (nyc), unpacked and sat down after to decompress from the long drive from Cleveland. Part of the process of decompressing for me is to light up some Indica and become one with my couch. So I lit up, got something to drink, took the record out of its sleeve and put it on my turn table. After the tone arm descended onto the vinyl I went into my bedroom to put away the paraphernalia, grabbed my computer and headed back to my couch. I was on the computer checking my email and then went online to see what goofy shit I can find on Youtube. I went down this rabbit whole of dumbass drivers and their antics that usually end up backfiring on them. Time escaped me and I was wondering when I was going to hear some music from my stereo. For a minute I thought this may be a “remix” version with a low quiet intro since the title was altered to reflect the imagery inside so when I went up to see the progress of the music, I saw that the tone arm was in the up position and the record was no longer spinning. “WTF!” I thought. So I took the record off the platter and noticed that it is one sided and yup, I played the wrong side. Sweet leaf indeed!

I once was so high that I lost my pack of cigarettes while sitting in a recliner without ever getting out of the recliner. Had them one minute, and then they were gone then next, even though I never moved. My roommate and I to this day have never figured out where the pack of cigarettes went.